[SE] bonfire cries and fireflies

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Fangorn gave zero inclinations towards the sand spray; presiding with a set of grumbles and cackles that might’ve sounded very eerie, creepy, and spine-chilling if it hadn’t come from a sentient pumpkin. Enticed and tempted, he bounded and leapt along the sand, encouraging the cat to follow along – if everyone else was sprayed by the dunes, they could move.

Melita focused her attentions back to perfecting the lantern, when the newest crew member’s remark slid over her ears, and her head twisted upwards with the manner of a predator; inherent, intrinsic, hands already fumbling towards a preferred weapon. She’d missed the jocular manner in which the sentiment had been rendered; had only heard the vague threat lanced towards her companion. The lantern was forgotten in the sand between her knees, while she snagged at the dagger always poised along her calf. “I wouldn’t try it.” Danger laced its way through her warning, through her ominous declaration, fingers clenched over the hilt, watching, waiting, poised for some manner of devastation if the woman advanced –

Though she seemed to move on to discussing things with Saiden – and she relaxed for half a moment.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun